Metanoia

chapter one

I laced up my boots, which seemed to take longer than normal due to my slow breathing and movement.

"That is a no, no. That whole thing."

I shook my head, hoping that maybe if I shook it enough that the image would escape my mind.

"Not one bit of that shit flies here."

Over and over I feel the vibration that spreads throughout the ground. I feel the gravel piercing into my leg, though my dark jeans. I feel the crisp air and my tear stained face.

"I need you to know me."

I slowly stand from my bed trying to hold back the tears forming in my eyes. I screamed and ripped my shoes off of my feet. I threw them at the wall and began ripping off my clothes. Nothing would make it go away.

"So, back to it."

I threw my body in the burning hot shower that I had left running just so my house wouldn't be silent. The hot water rushed into my wounds. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. My voice cracked as sobs escaped from my lips and tears flooded my face.

I can hear Maggie's cries like I was back in the moment again.

"Buddy, you still there? I just don't know. It seems like you're trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit."

I closed my eyes as I felt the water cascade over my body.

"Maggie, I'll find you."

My heart felt as if it had been ripped out of my body and completely crushed. I couldn't comprehend how to live life like I used to. Like we used to.

I can still hear the gruesome weapon, coved in the blood of people that I have come to love in this cruel excuse for a world, hit the gravel repeatedly. It echoed as the people around me sobbed and cried. Everyone's lives had began to fall towards a better path and now had just been striped of everything. We had no emotion, no color, no thoughts, nothing. We were just walkers, oblivious to life. We were walking dead.